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Post-Trip - Part 3

Fermi tail, narrow streets, up and down. Genoa? Yes, but now I'm talking about San Francisco. Hippie stronghold city and taste a bit 'Italian, blocked traffic here feels right at home. The houses all stick, no corner left to chance, exactly the opposite of Los Angeles.

Trying to reach the bridge, drive along the famous Golden Gate Park, basically a huge forest in the middle of the city. Once again we find ourselves facing the ocean, cold and gray. Suddenly a red pillar out of the fog: "Here, here boys! By Lello is with the camera. " I

driving, Lello navigator, Bacci out the back window to take pictures, Andre gives directions to the center, Willy sleep: these are the official positions after five days of travel.

half an hour we must return the Flex, we already know who will be missed. But first you have to cross the bridge, fast!

Play! "If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear Some Flowers in Your Hair ..." I hold the steering wheel in disbelief, dramatically I would say, "Wow, I'm driving across the Golden Gate ... is a bit 'stupid yes, but they are emotions that the bridge does not Polcevera. We

breached, after yesterday's fine with Warner Bros. that we will end up paying more in a day's drive. Instead, the Alamo is the bustle of Union Square: Five Genoese pissed (not us!) The Knack with "that idiot at one's desk that should break your face" which made them run for two hours before returning the car. After a long wait, we get from this, claiming to be reached in time and do away with it.

Corso Cristoforo Colombo, lampposts adorned with a tricolor flag, the sign to North Beach with his boot, an old woman covered by a jacket of the Giants we note dealing with a map and asks if we need help. "No, thank you" proud and suspicious, return to us "Hey guys, then where are we going to eat?". The lady in broken Italian, "But you are Italian, my mother was in Tuscany, blah blah ..." his life.

At Pier 39 in the evening there were few people. Rafts on an impressive number of sea lions, fighting for a bit 'of place or a girl, who knows.

But the wind pushes the few people to burrow in the only shop left open late: photos, posters of the city, huge and extraordinary, to take home if they were in a suitcase. The Caltrain

awaits us next weekend again here in San Francisco, but tomorrow Redwood City. Ten days before the Study Tour, but a slight sense of purpose holiday.

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Malibu at the end is just a name, you see some sign up as you go. Swim in the Pacific required, despite this air, water ... cabbage or cold, if I had paid I would not have a bathroom in Liguria mica done!

Brrr, towel, sun on the beach ... the wind carries the music of a newspaper stand a little further: "Here, where the sea shines and the wind howls," ... Caruso? And then the voice of Celentano, and after that Minogue? But we really Vesima then!

Cheeseburger in order, and greetings to the nth Italian tourists away, there are still many miles ahead of us.

Santa Barbara remains in the heart, certainly for the beauty of the place, but after the shovel of "shrimp And chips "and the monstrous" meatball "Willy, especially for the first real Italian restaurant.

"Saaan Luuiiiis Obisspooo!" Lello can not stop, that name for him is irresistible.

The guide basically drags you in this town for one thing: Bubblegum Alley. Yes, by cerchiamola! Then you arrive, you see, you realize they really faced with two walls entirely covered with chewing gum, (as described in the guide), nausea assails you and you wonder why that step unnecessary.

Fog and sun, sun and fog along our winding road.

Fortuna plotting the crossing in three days, stopping for photos are continuous.

Surfers plunging despite the warning sharks, beaches and shores covered with strange and unusual vegetation, algae, pelicans, seagulls instead of ... at times the sensation is like being on another planet.

Then, after the Big Sur looking much more "land", comes to Monterey, which with its Fisherman's Wharf looks like a taste of San Francisco will see the next day. The souvenir shops know this: you're the naive Italian tourist who believed in a hot California sun as well ... but no! Here, you will need a nice jacket from now on!

Time tyrant Santa Cruz or Laguna Seca? Well, what do you ask me ... "The home of the corkscrew," of course!

Bacci Yes, I know you wanted to see Santa Cruz because it is twinned with Sestri Levante, but look!

Look! See that corner? Last year, there is Stoner crashed and at that time Vale has practically won the championship! What a sight! Today, there are the Porsches, the corkscrew with Flex you can not do.

No more milestones since. Forward without hesitation to the Golden Gate.

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Paris - Los Angeles lost flying over Reykjavik and Greenland white: this route along the horizon to remind you that the earth is really round!

You're stuck there, your place in the middle, you do not see well out the window and you can not go to the bathroom without disturbing your neighbor.

Luckily right before your eyes have a monitorino on which to vent for 11 hours of flight statistics, film, music, everything ... too bad that Windows also hangs on the Boeing 747 of Air France.

Coda at customs, baggage claim at the tail, the tail of the Alamo.

USA at last! Under your feet under your wheels: The Flex is big, is robust, is also red! Roads

ever seen, six-lane roadway, PED XING written everywhere ... but what the hell does that mean?! Four days to figure out: "Pedestrian Crossing".

desert areas badly exploited and squalid single-family houses: who has seen Grand Theft Auto has been able to enjoy a perfect postcard of Los Angeles. The Lonely Planet

becomes your Bible if you want to enjoy the California of the stars and lights.

to make your head spin risks of driving three hours in vain looking for a decent place, but LAX is as big as Lombardy

... If you trust the other hand does not have a problem: his days in Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Bel Air and evenings at the Pier in Santa Monica or Sunset Blvd is a guarantee.

He soon finds out that McDonalds is not the only mark to haunt us. Bubba Gump's and Starbucks are on every corner. But at least it is a pleasant presence, good coffee guaranteed!

Walk of Fame view, there are footprints of the stars, celebrity villas ok, also lifeguard at Venice Beach, are just like those Baywatch.

We leave for San Francisco: So guys, how many gallons do?